Class Of '58

Old jazz guys being interviewed

Thirty years beyond their prime

With memories of road shows

From the Golden Age of Swingtime

The piano player strikes a chord

Leans forward on his stool

And through they've all seen better days

They've got that air of faded cool

It's an entree of another world

One of tailcoats and victrolas

And one day they'll make TV shows

On aging rock and rollers

On aging rock and rollers

Then came the kid with the red Colorama

And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin

With one hand glued to the tremolo arm

While the singer moves around like an Elvis clone

They really packed them in

And every song was short and sweet and every beat was fast

And every paper in the land said rock and roll won't last

You know it just won't last it's such a rapid burn

And it's a hard hard hard lesson to learn

It's a hard hard hard lesson to learn

Well what are you going to do when it's all over

What are you going to do right now

What are you going to to when it's all over

Will you get along somehow

I just don't know I just don't know

Feeling like I do right now

Ask me tomorrow Ask me tomorrow

Red guitar red guitar

You know I really miss that red guitar

Red guitar red guitar

You know I reallly miss that red guitar

And you can write this on my tombstone

That'll be my fate

I'm a gradute of rock and roll

Class of '58

And you can write this on my tombstone

That'll be my fate

I'm a gradute of rock and roll

Class of '58

'58 '58 '58 '58 I'm a graduate of the class of '58

Red guitar '58 I'm a graduate of the class of '58

And there's no use analyzing these anthems that were sung

Rock and roll's not good or bad

It's just the sound of being young

And it's a long long way from pompadours

And doo wop and payola

And one day they'll make TV shows on aging rock and rollers

One day they'llmakeTV shows on aging rock and rollers